Zhou Yi looked around and found a row of computers under the ring, and several staff members seemed to be debugging.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Yi put his heart back in his stomach.

He has watched many professional e-sports competitions. Usually when the competition opens, the contestants first interact with the fans when they enter the venue, and then the staff will move the computer to the venue.

A sense of ceremony.

Well, it must be a sense of ritual.

Zhou Yi made a reasoning based on the reasoning that he had put himself in bed.

He felt very moved in his heart that the two rich second generations played a game and were so formal.

No wonder Young Master Yu was willing to spend 10,000 yuan to ask someone to fight for him. In this scene, the cost of those hundreds of extras alone was more than 10,000 yuan.

"Yether, is this the master you found?" Xiao Yong on the ring spoke.

"So what?"

Young Master Yu, who was called directly, was very upset and turned his head to Zhou Yi and said, "Great God, go up and teach him how to be a human being!"

Zhou Yi had long wanted to experience the professional arena, so he walked onto the ring happily.

When he and Xiao Yong stood there, the picture was full of incongruity.

Xiao Yong is 1.85 meters tall, has a burly figure, Kong Wu is powerful, and the strong muscles that cannot be covered by the black vest seem to contain mysterious power.

Zhou Yi is only 1.75 meters tall and thin. He looks like he has been staying up all night in a game house, looking like he hasn't woken up.

The two of them stood together, but they were not the same heavyweight no matter how they looked.

Xiao Yong touched his buzz cut, showed off his bulging muscles on his arms, and looked at Zhou Yi mockingly: "Boy, he hasn't even grown all his hair. He wants money and doesn't have to die, right? Since I heard that he wants to fight me, no matter how many soldiers dare not show up, why do you fight me?"

Zhou Yi saw that this was another sense of ritual, which was equivalent to professional players squirting trash words to each other before the game. To put it bluntly, it was psychological warfare, giving the opponent some pressure first.

When it comes to squirting trash talk, Zhou Yi is professional and immediately responds to his opponent with a care and mental retardation: "I'm wondering, it's just a game. Is there any use for showing your muscles?"

"A game? Hahahaha!"

Xiao Yong laughed: "You are right, the God of War is a game itself. However, I'm afraid you can't afford to play it!"

Zhou Yi raised his lips: "The more you scream, the less confident you feel. Can you not afford to play, or can you not afford to play?"

Xiao Yong's smile froze, his expression was a little strange: "Boy, you have successfully aroused my curiosity. I'm not sure whether you are a master or an ignorant person is fearless. I will not bully the nameless person and report your name to the God of War!"

"It's easy to be itchy and suck." Zhou Yi reported his game ID as lonely as snow. He believed that as long as he was an old player in the War God, he would be a little forced to count when he heard about his ID.

But Xiao Yong didn't mean to retreat: "I haven't heard of the title of "Iron Fist Invincible". Those who know each other now admit defeat. If you wait a moment, you will suffer the consequences."

Chicken, the identification is completed!

Zhou Yi lost interest in his opponent in front of him. He is in the top ten national servers and top one hundred international servers. The other party doesn't know his name. Moreover, the low ID of Iron Fist Invincible doesn't sound like a master at first. He is probably a rookie who ranks millions in the world.

When he thought of slapping vegetables in such a professional arena, Zhou Yi felt lonely that he could not find his opponent, so he mercifully sent a wave of benefits to the novice: "I'm in a hurry, hurry up and start, I'll give you three moves first."

"Let me have three moves?"

Xiao Yong suspected that he had heard it wrong and said blankly: "Boy, what do you mean?"

Zhou Yi said arrogantly: "It's nothing else. I just want you to experience the gap between you and me."

Xiao Yong was furious when he heard this: "Who are you talking about? "

Zhou Yi didn't say anyone: "Whoever answers, I will say whoever I say."

Xiao Yong's eyes were staring like a copper bell: "Silly, believe it or not, I will beat you to death?"

"hehe."

Zhou Yi had no pressure: "There are so many people who want to kill me. Who are you? It seems that you are quite confident. I like to fight with people who think they are capable the most. If you feel capable of playing with me, I don't mind being able to accompany you to the end."

Xiao Yong was shown off by the other party's second-second dialogue, and he didn't understand whether the other party was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

Zhou Yi has turned on the trash talk mode and is already in the play: "No matter what method you use, I have a hundred ways to defeat you, but you are helpless. Haha, I will let you understand that I never say empty words."

"Looking for death, see the trick!"

Xiao Yong's anger was saved to the full value and punched Zhou Yi in the face.

Zhou Yi was caught off guard and three symbols slowly floated out of his mind:???

Xiao Yong was unforgivable to gain power, so he immediately increased his strength and launched a set of combined punches.

Bang bang bang bang…!

Zhou Yi was hit hard on his face for more than a dozen times and he completely couldn't understand the situation.

He is good at playing games, but real-person PK is not his strength, and his professionalism is not right!

He was bombarded to the edge of the ring and looked at the young master Yuan Yuan who was ready to beat his hands under the ring in confusion.

Young Master Yu was also looking at Zhou Yi in confusion: "God, take action! Three moves have passed, you have given him more than a dozen moves!"

“???”

Zhou Yi was not hit to the point of dizziness, and his thinking was very clear.

Judging from Mr. Yu’s dialogue, the other party did not spend money to play games with him.

He remembered something. Since "God of War" is popular all over the world, some true fans around the world simulated a cos competition, just like shooting games in reality, everyone was shooting at the same time with toy guns. Judging from the urination in front of him, Yuchen wanted to play the live version of God of War with Xiao Yong, but he didn't want to be beaten, so he spent 10,000 yuan to hire Zhou Yi as a sandbag.

After understanding this setting, Zhou Yi had hundreds of alpacas rushing by.

Damn, I said it was a live version, but I wouldn't have come if I had known about the labor and capital!

This is not a car to kindergarten, I want to get off the bus with my driver!

Zhou Yi was heartbroken and had the desire to admit defeat. At this time, he found that there was a middle-aged uncle on the ring. Look at the shape of the whistle, it should be the referee. Zhou Yi covered his face and shouted to the referee: "Stop, pause!"

"The game has begun and cannot be suspended." The referee is very principled.

"Didn't you say I'm a chubby chicken? Come on, fight me!"

Xiao Yong roared and rushed over. He didn't knock Zhou Yi down with a set of signature punches just now. He felt very resentful and used all his strength to eat.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang…!

Zhou Yi was beaten more than a dozen more times and was beaten to the point of doubting his life.

Thinking of the harsh words he made before he started the fight, he despised himself and felt the tragedy of pretending to be a failure. He kept saying that there were a hundred ways to beat Xiao Yong, but he was beaten by Xiao Yong in various ways, and he was really shameless to face the ancestors of the Zhou family.

Damn, so shameful!

A strong sense of shame ignited a mysterious force in the boy's body.

The clay man also has a lot of anger, not to mention a passionate boy like Zhou Yi. He punched a random punch and the effect was amazing.

Bang!

Xiao Yong was actually hit ten steps away by a punch and hit the rope on the other side of the ring.

"Great God, good looks, come up!"

Yuchen stood under the ring and cheered loudly, blushing with excitement.

He was quite confident in Zhou Yi because Zhou Yi was the first person he had ever seen to be killed by Xiao Yong's three punches and had not yet fallen.

With this ability to resist and fight, Yu Chen has reason to believe that Zhou Yi is a master.

Xiao Yong, leaning against the edge of the ring, looked confused and could not believe that Zhou Yi's casual punch was accompanied by such a terrifying force.

Zhou Yi was also confused and was shown off by himself.

Until this moment, he finally realized a problem: why didn’t he feel the pain after he suffered so many critical hits?

It’s neither dark nor blowing. The process of his being beaten up in a fancy way before was like a three-year-old girl from a neighbor’s house beat her with her fist dozens of times, and it didn’t hurt or itch at all!

When this idea came up with him, something was activated in the dark and found the standard answer.

A screen that looked like a monitor appeared in the void half a meter away in front of him, with combat information floating on it.

"The opponent's attack power is too low to break your defense."

"The opponent's attack power is too low to break your defense."

"The opponent's attack power is too low..."

Based on the battle log, Zhou Yi just got a hint whenever he was hit by a fierce attack, the virtual screen gave a prompt.

Zhou Yi rubbed his eyes and confirmed that he was not dazzled.
Chapter completed!